Possessive Behavior Ao3 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Confused, I turned my face to look at him. Instead of saying anything, he let his eyes run along the length of my body. His appraising gaze paused on my chest and a smirk fell over his firm mouth. I didn't need to glance down to figure out what he was staring so proudly at. Mr. beast had left a giant hickey on the top of my left breast. He had put it on me when I was out like a light. Miffed, I pulled up the neckline, hiding the mark from him. Thankfully, he had given me another dress which was decent alongwith undergarments before we set out for home. At my move, his smirk hardened before he lifted his gaze to me. My heart gave a violent lurch when I caught a ominous warning brewing in his

It was so good that he could die. Liam was no different, his eyes were full of wanting to mark his prey, toy with him, make Davi’s body smell like his, and conquer him as his own. All alphas are like this, the feeling of possessing one's beloved is stronger than anything and they will act on it. He had been wishing to mark him since before The itchy fangs reminded him that he needed to possess the omega in his arms. With Davi’s words, his desire kept getting stronger, “Baby… mmm,” his voice was a combination of a moan and a light growl.

The crowd hooted and cheered, and my insides rumbled with annoyance and that is when I heard the possessive growl that echoed beside me. Aeric growled like he could rip the heads of people around us. The impact of his growl ranked so high that I could feel the submission that ran through the air, and even though I am his twin I felt that very shudder course across my body. Possessiveness sprinkled his skin, his eyes flush on the figure that I was admiring. His eyes peeked with the massacre they imagined, and for the first time in years, I could see something beyond his playful demeanor. It was as if he wanted to own her as she belonged to him.

“Okay, I will give you a chance to change. I'm not saying I want you to totally change yourself. I like the way you are, just reduce being so possessive. It's not healthy and it's creeping me out to be quite frankly.” He nodded his head. “Okay then, starting from today onwards, I will try my hardest not to suffocate you. As long those men has no hidden agenda or feelings towards you, I would behave.” He smiled gratefully and held my hand. “Thank you, baby. Thanks for giving me a chance, and thanks for understanding my situation. Rest assured, I won't act that way ever again. I apologize to all the foul, offensive words I said to you whenever I lost my control. I promise not to do it again.”

Never underestimate the power of a woman. She looks weak doesn’t mean she is helpless. You never know how much pain she went through to grow to be tough. *** Ansel was possessed by his anger. His jawlines were more clearly imprinted. They showed his anger. Qeiza’s confrontation made his blood boil. He was getting eager to eat her. The position of his hands that kept pressing Qeiza increased his Ansel’s blood circulation. Not only because of anger, but also for there’s something inside him that wanted Qeiza’s body.

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My body shuddered greatly everytime he touches me. My legs got weak and he raised my leg to support me . He kissed my collarbone and I kept biting my lips. Gosh!! He is really good at this. I moaned a little. I broke the kiss and we were both panting. "Please Drake stop!!" I pleaded rather of annoyingly. He looked into my eyes. " Amanda please I can't take the fact you are going to be with another guy, I want you for me and only me", he said as he touched my cheeks.

“Stop for a second, King, Mom’s outside.” Pandora pressed her hand against Kingston’s chest, trying not to let out even the slightest moan, which forced her to cover her mouth as Kingston continued to run his fingers over her body. Last time Kingston had done it angrily, but this time the man was exactly like a tyrant—claiming Pandora as his rightful and official possession, as if he could do anything, including slowly creeping downward. Leaving trails of heat, occasionally squeezing Pandora’s chest with a rough grip.

She is so perfect, so fucking amazing. If I were stupid enough to believe in true love, I would have said that she was my soul mate, I would have said that she was that special person made just for me. But I’m nothing like that, deep inside in my heart, I have a strong desire to dominate and subdue her. As I kept watching her, my desire to control and possess her was quietly growing. I want to keep her in my house as my pet. Her only job will be to satisfy me and make me happy.

If that leads him to believe me, I'll do it. "No, I still call you however I want," he replied, so I looked at him, raising a brow while he looked at my eyes. "Whatever!" I replied, and it was his turn to chuckle like my Kaiser did. Then I felt his arms behind me before he pulled me closer to him. "You are only mine and mine alone," he said, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His possessiveness matches my mate, but there's something more in him. He was obsessed, which I hated the most. Being possessive and obsessed are two different things. I can tolerate my mate's possessiveness but can't stand having an obsessed mate.